You Don't Have to Dance at Prom
A short, cute, self contained little story about a pair of girls at a high school prom.
The raccoon had been seated on the edge of a desk in an empty classroom, and there she remained, feet drumming nervously against the legs of her makeshift seat, eyes locked on the top of the otter's head, where her date was knelt between her legs, easing her panties down over her hips.
The otter glanced up at the raccoon, smirking, eyes glinting in the dimness. The noise of the dance, music and feet, throbbed through the walls. They hadn't gone too far.
"Black," she said, thrumming the elastic band of the raccoon's plain sable panties like a guitar string, producing a low sort of note, "I can dig it."
The raccoon squirmed in place, anticipation and anxious embarrassment warring within her.
"Kit..." She protested as the otter slipped her panties off over her feet, leaving her entirely nude from the waist down, "are you sure nobody's gonna come in?"
Kit glanced up, twirling the raccoon's panties on one finger, smiling reassuringly.
"It'll be fine," she said, patting the soft fur of the raccoon's inner thigh, eliciting a soft little intake of breath from her date, "they're all too busy dancing. We've got time...ah, shit." As she spoke the raccoon's panties slipped from her finger and went sailing across the room, landing in some unseen patch of darkness.
The raccoon's fur, already puffed out, went bristly with fear. She blinked rapidly, eyes darting back and forth across the darkened classroom, looking for her lost article of clothing.
"It's alright," Kit assured her, paws sliding up the insides of the raccoon's legs, "you look better without...um..." Her seductive words crumbled as she realized her date's eyes were welling with tears.
"I'm sorry," the raccoon sniffled, shoulders slumping, "I'm just...I..." She shook her head sharply, gaze downcast.
The otter was silent for a moment, then rose to her feet, gently cupping the raccoon's face, raising her date's gaze once more.
"Hey, Rose," she said, "it's alright..." But she wasn't sure what else to say and her reassurance stuttered to a halt.
Rose the raccoon shook her head as best she could. Sniffed.
"No, it's not. I don't know why you're wasting your time with me," she muttered, "I'm flat as a board, I'm skittish...you practically had to drag me back here..."
"...Which I shouldn't have done," Kit said, "not if you were uncomfortable with it. And just for the record," she took one of the raccoon's paws and laid it on her chest, atop one breast, but not in an explicitly sexual way. The raccoon could feel the otter's heart thrumming under her fingers, Kit's paw held over top of it, "...I'm kinda scared too. And that's fine. Just...um...shouldn't have pushed you." She added sheepishly.
Rose was silent. She couldn't lift her gaze from the sight of her paw pressed over the soft curve of Kit's breast. The otter wasn't wearing a bra, she could feel the hard poke of her date's nipple against the heel of her palm. She swallowed hard, mouth suddenly very dry.
"How about we go find your panties and maybe we can try again later," Kit said, gaze turning to the dark corner of the classroom where she'd accidentally sent Rose's undergarments, "someplace-"
She was cut off, Rose leaning suddenly forward to press her lips against the otter's. It was a sloppy, surprised sort of kiss, whiskers jabbing and tickling, teeth clashing, but after a moment of shocked tension, Kit melted into it, moving closer to Rose, wrapping her arms around her in a close, sinuous embrace, like only an otter could.
When they broke the kiss Rose was panting, her whiskers askew and heart pounding even harder.
"I...I want to," she said, nodding as firmly as she could manage, "I mean...you didn't exactly force me..." Beneath her fur she blushed hard with mingled embarrassment and a hard edged sort of determination.
"Are you sure?" Kit asked, still hugging the raccoon close, all too aware of her bare legs wrapped around her waist. The closeness of the embrace made her feel jittery and nervous, in the best sort of way.
Rose nodded emphatically.
"Well, um...I mean, I'm sorry I don't have much for you to...um..." Her eyes dropped momentarily down to her own chest, which had remained stubbornly flat for all of the sixteen years of her life. Not so much as a pubescent mosquito bite.
"You kidding me?" Kit asked with a little laugh, "you've got all sorts of stuff. Your fur is super soft, your legs are...mwah." She mimed a kiss, which made Rose giggle.
"Mwah?" She asked, "did you seriously just...?"
"Ah come on," Kit smiled, "you're super cute, and that's not even counting...you." She tapped a finger gently onto Rose's forehead. "And by the way...I like your chest." With that she slipped a paw up Rose's shirt, drawing little circles around one of the raccoon's perked up little nipples.
Rose shifted slightly, nervous smile returning to her face.
"You mean it?" She asked. Gasped as the otter pinched her nipple gently.
"Yep," Kit said with a firm nod, "now lemme make up to you for losing your panties." She leaned in close, free paw settling between Rose's legs, a pair of fingers stroking along the raccoon's onyx pussy lips, thumb settling over her clit, all this with practiced ease.
Kit kissed the raccoon hard on the lips, driving her onto her back, still atop the desk, straddling one of her date's knees, grinding herself gently on it as she sought out the best way to claim the raccoon's slit.
Rose gasped and giggled nervously, eyes meeting Kit's. She brought her paws up and slipped them under the otter's shirt, hiking it up, exposing a pair of perfectly round breasts covered in velvety, coffee brown fur, each tipped with a hard pink nipple.
Kit let out a little purring moan as Rose found her nipples and gently squeezed them, letting a pair of her fingers slide into the raccoon's pussy in erotic retaliation. Both girls were breathing hard, and when Kit leaned in for another kiss, this time Rose met her halfway, both maintaining their positions, Kit pumping her fingers into Rose's hole with increasing speed, thumb sliding back and forth over her wet clit with regular, intensive strokes.
The pleasure was slow to build but as it did Rose found it harder and harder to function properly. It seemed to swallow fine motor control and it was all she could do to kiss Kit back and continue to run her paws over the otter's marvelous breasts. The rest of her seemed so inviting as well, her trim, flat stomach and muscular legs, sculpted by years on the track team, her wonderful which tail, the heat of her pussy...
Rose could feel the otter grinding hard against her knee, could feel her date's need pouring out, even through a pair of black formal pants. She wanted to touch it, to push her fingers in, just as Kit was doing to her. The more she thought about it, the more possibilities arose. She felt giddy even contemplating it.
Then, with a suddenness that took her totally by surprise, Kit added a third finger, plunged in especially deep, and just like that her entire body seemed to be contracting. Rose came with a low moaning groan, the sound almost forced from her as muscles all over her body shivered and contracted, blood rushing to her face. She was sure Kit could see her blush right through her fur.
She wasn't sure how long she was like that, caught in the throes of an almost electrified orgasm, but as she came back to the world, gasping for breath like a swimmer fresh off a long race, she was aware she'd gone utterly limp. Wasn't especially sure if she had the willpower or even the ability to so much as sit up. Still, she could see Kit standing, looking jittery and satisfied. She brought her right paw up, three fingers sopping wet right up to the last knuckle, and licked them thoughtfully before moving over to Rose's side. She traced a paw over the raccoon's heaving chest. Seemed to take some pleasure in just how fast her date's heart was going.
"Better?" She asked.
Rose managed to nod.
"What about you?" She asked. She didn't think Kit had managed to cum, or if she had, it hadn't been nearly as apparent as the atomic explosion that had been hers.
Kit waved her concerns away.
"Later," she said, glancing to the side of the classroom closest to the auditorium, "I think the dance is winding down...we might wanna get going."
Rose sat up, head swimming for a moment. But as the afterglow faded she realized that she felt, with the exception of a pair of very rubbery and shaky legs, quite good and strong. Her nervousness seemed to have been knocked elsewhere.
"Oh!" She said, "panties..."
They hunted about for a bit, eventually discovering the errant undergarment underneath a desk in the back corner of the room. Rose put them back on with a feeling of mild relief.
"You know," Kit said, putting an arm around Rose's shoulders, pressing the raccoon's arm against the swell of her breasts, "my parents are away for the weekend if you wanted to come over and hang out."
Rose couldn't imagine doing anything else.